Prison Dragon

Chapter 105

Yang You sat by the bed and rested for a while, then someone came outside to ask how Yang You was doing.

As soon as Yang You guessed, he knew that it was someone sent by the emperor. The young eunuch was fifteen or sixteen years old, with red lips and white teeth. He was probably the male favorite who followed Yang Ting and escaped with Yang Ting before arriving at Yang You's barracks.

He was very knowledgeable, and spoke respectfully and gently, "The Holy Majesty always remembers the safety of His Highness, and looks forward to the safe reunion of father and son."

Of course he had to remember Yang You. Among all his sons now, the people in front of Yang You were either dead or wanted him dead, and the people behind him didn't have much influence.

If he didn't rely on Yang You, he might not even be able to sit back on the dragon chair.

Yang You rubbed his temples and told the little eunuch to step back.

"The doctor said how long will it take for me to recover?" Yang You asked.

Zhuo Xinhong said: "At least it will take five or six days to get out of bed. If it wasn't for that arrow that went wrong, you would have to lie there on the spot. Even so, it would still hurt your heart and lungs, and you will have to live well in the future."

"It's a waste of time." Yang You clutched his chest and walked out slowly. He just said a few more words and his chest started to hurt. If he hadn't had good patience, he would have cried when he saw the little eunuch.

"I can deal with things tomorrow. Now is the critical time, so I can't waste time." Yang You estimated his physical condition. He felt that he could hold on, but it shouldn't be a big problem just to read some words.

"My lord, don't worry about it..." Yang Yuchun said that he is not, and he is not, "If there is any big event, you take good care of it. Soldiers will block it, and water will cover it."

Yang You said seriously: "Since the child sees that I am awake, I will go to visit the emperor tomorrow at the latest."

Yang You has been in a coma since he was shot by the arrow. During this period, he woke up intermittently a few times, and fell asleep again after hearing some important news.Even though Yang Ting looked anxiously at the capital, he didn't dare to urge Yang You at this time. Given his physical condition, the doctor said that his life was hanging by a thread.

He was afraid that urging him a few more times would be urging Yang You's life, and it would be hard for him even if Yang You died.

Yang You drank another bowl of bitter medicine at night before falling asleep. As soon as he lay down, he saw Yang Yuchun hugged a bunch of things and put them beside his pillow.

"What the hell are these?" He asked, pointing to a yellow talisman.

"This pile." He placed a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron beside Yang You's pillow, "This is what you had on your body when you were hit by an arrow."

Yang You saw that there was a heart mirror, washed armor fragments and a jade pendant.

"It is said that you were blessed by God to recover your life, and the things on your body may still have some spirituality, which will bless your injuries to heal quickly."

He pointed to the yellow talisman and said, "I asked Daoist Hongguang to make these for you. They are for calming the mind and for keeping you safe."

He has always looked down on monks and Taoists who practice deceit, but now he took the initiative to ask Yang You.

There are also some things that he exchanged from nearby folks. As long as anyone says there is a way to keep them safe, he will find someone to exchange.

The kit contains glutinous rice, and the copper coins are tied into a sword...

There is a mess of everything.

But there is no such thin strand of red rope and dragon scales.

The things that really protected him are gone, Yang You sighed, "Take it away, it's useless, this catastrophe is gone, there's nothing to worry about."

But Yang Yuchun quit, he was also frightened, he had to use those things to surround Yang You before he was willing to leave in peace.

Yang You looked at the breastplate beside the pillow and sighed.

It was the jade pendant, he took the jade pendant in his hand, and he remembered that it was the jade he brought out in the fire.

It was something that was bestowed by the emperor when he was King Feng Jing. Chu Ge arranged all the rewards in a row for him to choose. He just pointed at a piece of cloth and asked people to carry the things into the warehouse.

Chu Ge stopped him, "I heard that the jade rewarded by His Majesty this time is very good. Your Highness, you usually dress more simply, and you must have something to support your appearance."

At that time, he was busy discussing with Liu Hui about rebuilding an army, but he just raised his chin in the direction of the reward, and Chu Ge took the jade pendant for him to carry with him.

It is a high-quality mutton fat jade, warm and delicate in the hand, bright and clean, carved with a curved dragon, the style and pattern are antique, because this dragon is not a serious carving pattern, and it is not considered an arrogance to give it to the prince.

Nothing like it.

He recalled the hasty glance ten years ago, the huge body of the black dragon winding under the deep pool.Just standing still, exudes an incomparably cold and desolate surroundings.

It was getting closer and closer to the capital, where would he be now?

Yang You is very familiar with this Taoist temple. Anyone who has a dream that repeats for a month will be deeply impressed.

He watched helplessly as the middle-aged man repeated the conversation with the faceless Taoist priest, and then the Taoist temple was burned to ashes by the fire.

The more he watched, the calmer he became.

Back on the carriage again, the slovenly old man's facial features became clearer. To Yang You's disappointment, he had a very ordinary face, even if he pulled an old farmer from the road to stand with him, he didn't feel uncomfortable. What difference does it make.

Such a featureless appearance, even if you have seen it, you won't remember it too well.

The middle-aged man still didn't turn around.

"Your Majesty," the old man jumped out of the car on the side of the road, "the grass people will fight for a future for the world."

A muffled reply came from the carriage, and a hand stretched out. Those hands were long and slender, with thick calluses on the fingertips, especially on the tiger's mouth. It looked like someone who used to use weapons, but the edges of the calluses were white, and there was a Many cocoons are raised and are about to fall off.

Yang You guessed that the middle-aged man must have never touched a weapon in recent years, so the calluses started to fall from his hands.

He is holding a white jade pendant.

Under the sun, the Beaulieu floating on the hollow cloud patterns seems to be flying into the sky in the shining light.

that is not……

Yang You blinked hard, at least he looked at the jade pendant more carefully.

It was indeed the one I carried.

The middle-aged man said: "This is my token, you can do things cheaply with it, and someone will cooperate with you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," the old man knelt down on the ground, his knees were soaked in the mud, but he didn't realize it, and stretched out his hands to take the jade pendant, "Caomin will definitely fulfill his mission."

The carriage left, and the old man disappeared into the forest.

Only Yang You stayed on the mountain road and hesitated.

That middle-aged man, is it me?

He couldn't figure it out, obviously the voices of the two sounded very different, and it was impossible for Yang You to use knives and guns and calluses on his hands.

And the old man called him Your Majesty...

I am not the emperor...

He suddenly remembered that the current situation in the world, the only ones who have the strength to sit on the throne are Yang Ren and him.

Could this dream be a harbinger of the future?

But what is he going to do for the world?Why kill?Why are you looking for Taoist priests?

Why sacrifice your brother?

Although Yang Xiu and Yang Lun did not have a harmonious relationship with him, they were not in the same situation, and he would never sacrifice others at will.

What exactly does this dream mean?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt chest tightness, opened his eyes and coughed twice, leaving a pool of blood on the snow-white bed sheet.

Yang Yuchun was a light sleeper. When he heard the sound, he came over and wiped his face and hands with a handkerchief.

Yang You stared blankly at the blood, still studying the meaning of that dream.

Yang Yuchun only thought he was frightened, and comforted him repeatedly: "It's all right, it's all blood congestion, just cough it up."

"Change the bed," Yang Yuchun looked at him and asked, "I'll carry you to the outside room to sleep first, and come back after changing the bedding."

Yang You waved his hand to indicate that there is no need to trouble, "What time is it?"

Yang Yuchun opened the heavy bed curtain, and the sun was so white that it was too dazzling to illuminate the world in an instant.

It's already three poles in the sun.

Yang You rolled his eyes at him, "I told you to wake me up to deal with business, are you disobedient again?"

Yang Yuchun hung the bed curtain and said nothing.

"Help me up, I'm going to see my father." Yang You said.

Yang Yuchun knew that the face saint could not refuse, so he asked someone to come in to help Yang You get dressed, and pressed him to drink some porridge, and in the afternoon he found a sliding pole and asked someone to carry Yang You to find the emperor.

In the emperor's tent, only the sound of Daoist Hongguang chanting scriptures was heard, and Yang Yuchun supported Yang You with one hand and opened the curtain with the other.

In the middle of the room is a three-foot-high incense burner, burning peaceful sandalwood. Master Hongguang sits in meditation in front of the incense burner, reciting scriptures with a strange circumflex.

After hearing a few sentences, Yang You said that he is the master of health preservation in the "South China Classic".

Yang Ting and Hong Guang sat face to face, with the little eunuch kneeling beside him.

Just looking at the back, one can tell that Yang Ting has lost a lot of weight. They ran out in a hurry and hid in the farmhouse. They didn't dare to keep any valuables on them, and went to Yang You's tent. In response to the business, Zhuo Xinhong searched nearby for a long time, and moved all the things that Chu Ge had packed for Yang You to the emperor's room to the emperor's room, trying to make the emperor live a comfortable life even though he did not have a dragon robe and chair.

This was the first time he saw Yang Ting not wearing a dragon robe, but wearing a normal brocade robe.

Yang You sighed a little, and slowly knelt on the ground with Yang Yuchun's support, enduring the pain in his chest and said: "I have seen my father, long live my father, long live my father."

Yang Ting turned his head when he heard the voice, and stepped forward to help him up.

Only now did Yang You see clearly that his face had become sallow due to the long-term sleeplessness.

He even wanted to shake off the hand in front of him, this person is totally different from Yang Ting!

At least Yang Ting still has some airs of heaven, it's okay to coax people, but what about the people in front of him?

He was just an ordinary old man with gray hair and a gloomy look. Yang Ting's arrogance and domineering back then were gone.

Now he flinched, his hands trembling.

Yang Tingxu gave him a hand and let Yang You get up, "My son is so sick, my father feels uneasy."

Yang You was supposed to stand up with the strength of his support, but his body was weak, Yang Yuchun put a hand under his knee, and forced Yang You to straighten up.

When Yang You stood up, Yang Yuchun stood behind him and pressed him tightly so that Yang You could lean against him so that he would not fall.

Yang You's chest hurts until his eyes turn black, but the more it hurts, the more soft and gentle the smile on his face, like a child who admired his father since childhood.

Yang Ting dragged him to recall the past and look forward to the future, and it took him a long time to perform a father-son relationship.

He asked Yang You to sit on the futon on one side, how could Yang You sit cross-legged like them, so he could only sit on his knees with his back straight.

He gritted his teeth to resist the urge to cough, and Yang Yuchun stretched out a hand to support his back.

Immortal Hongguang noticed that Yang You's face was turning blue, so he interrupted Yang Ting's gossip and guided him to tell his ultimate goal.

Yang Ting wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "My son, what are you going to do in the future?"

With tears in his eyes, Yang You said in grief and indignation: "Rebellious ministers and thieves disturbed Chaogang, father, don't worry, the sons will definitely help father return to the capital, and we will rule Qi!"

Yang Ting didn't know whether he was really touched or faked, "Okay, well, after all, it's my son, and I deserve to love you for my father. When I return to court for my father, the first thing I will do is to make you the crown prince."

Yang Yuchun pinched Yang You from behind, signaling him to agree.

But Yang You clearly knew the emperor's virtue, he could say whatever he wanted now, after all, it was just an agreement between the two, and he didn't know what to do when he left.

He shook his head and refused, "King Qin is the duty of a son and minister, and he doesn't need anything else as a reward. I only hope that the father and emperor will be healthy and healthy."

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Yang Ting said a few words of concern and let Yang You go.

When Yang You left, he heard Yang Ting and Hong Guang say, "It's the Daoist priest who reminded me that only this child still remembers Father Jun."

Yang You smiled mockingly.

Who is not staring at the immediate interests of acting?

He ordered Yang Yuchun to say, "Let Brother Zhuo ask His Majesty to issue an edict and let Di Fei open the city to welcome the Emperor."